Chenavy: My
birth was a big mistake and for that I always apologize to
everyone who comes up to me. For them I would
disappear. But it can't be helped, that I was born with
tangled strands of red hair, Whilst theirs is (whatever color
Angel is is) as the forest's bloom. They're so bright compared
to me.

(Chenavy sits by a big tree)

Chenavy: And so I prayed within the wood, standing quiet at an
aged old tree. It was said that its branches carry our
prayers from the bark, to the mind of God. Being alone,
it makes me sad, for I'm not evil and try to give all of myself to
this world. So please, can you make …